A Place Called Memories | Poem

There’s this land of souls,
Where logic & society don’t exist,

Souls meet there in love,
Let’s meet there Liebe,

Hope you are still breathing,
Yes, pain is crushing the lungs,

I feel the same since I lived.

Darkness let me see the lightness,
Once you talked us holding hands,

I see us in hopelessness of pain,
We’re alive to see Deathra,

Spread your wings of destruction,
Behind or forward, you fly,

Where I’m already destroying,
See what I built in moments,

A place called,
© sjwordsmith


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